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October 07, 2007

Why Poverty Matters

Poverty in America: Facts

Approximately 36.5 million Americans live below the poverty line.

The "poverty line' for a family of four is an annual income of $20,650.

A single mom making minimum wage who works full time makes $7.25 per hour, bringing her annual income to $15,080, before taxes. If she is supporting two or more children without help from dad, she lives below the poverty line.

Why it Matters to Me

In 1982, I was a college student and a volunteer at the Riverside Church Food Pantry. The church was around the corner from my dorm, and I would go over on afternoons after classes ended to help distribute food to the needy. Most days, we would get half-dozen or so people coming in with a letter from a social worker, telling us why the individual or family needed food. The busiest days were the days just before food stamps arrived, when families struggling on the small amount of government assistance they received each month had not stretched far enough and they were completely out of food.

One day, a church member brought in a bushel of apples that he'd picked in Upstate New York. Fresh produce of any kind was rare, and the bags we handed out were mainly nonperishables like canned soup, spaghetti, and rice. Volunteers were delighted to be able to offer up a few apples to the people, and some of the children seemed really thrilled to see them in their bags.

One man in ragged clothes appeared just as we were closing for the day. I took his letter, and wrote down his name. He told me he'd walked 100 blocks to get to us, and that he hadn't had anything to eat in about three days. He said he didn't want to beg for money, since he knew his check was coming. He was a Vietnam Veteran, a man who'd worn the uniform of his country proudly. He had come home to a less than warm welcome, with a drug addiction and no resources. He told me he'd tried to get clean for a while, and had just gotten an apartment and was in a program. His disability check had not arrived, and he kept waiting and hoping, until he couldn't take being hungry anymore. His caseworker sent him to us, but he didn't have subway fare, so he walked.

As he was telling me his story, he spied the apples in the corner, and sheepishly asked if he might have one. I handed him two, and he thanked me heartily. He devoured the two small apples in a couple of bites each, core, seeds, and all. He held the stems in his hands, and I could tell he was considering eating them, but looked up at me, and reconsidered. My guess is that the look of incredulity on my face was enough to make him think twice. The look was there because I was thinking to myself, "How could this happen? How could someone in the richest nation on earth, go without food for three days?"

I handed him his bag of groceries, and tossed in a few extra apples. We weren't supposed to give money to the clients, but I had a subway token in my pocket and I gave it to him. "So you don't have to walk all the way home," I said.

He looked at me with tears in his eyes. "God bless you, Miss," he said.

"No, Sir," I said, "God bless you. I have all the blessings I need."

Twenty-five years later, I still remember that man, the apples, and the blessing he gave me. Twenty-five years later, there are still men like him who sit on street corners, forgotten and alone. Twenty-five years later, poverty and despair still exist in our country.

Back then, it was Reagonomics that forced mentally ill people out
onto the streets, put families who lived from paycheck-to-paycheck out
of their homes and into their cars and shelters, and sent veterans like
this man into desperate circumstances. By the time I left New York in
1984, the number of people we would give food to went from half a dozen
a day to lines that stretched out the door and down the hall. Lines
that stretched so far that we ran out of food before the line was
done.

From the Reagan years to now, not much has changed for the better in
this country. Poor people, whether they deserve to be or not, are
still standing in lines at food pantries and shelters. Hurricane
Katrina ripped the lid off of this great untold secret for a moment,
and our eyes were opened to the circumstances that some of our fellow
Americans are forced to live in, day-in and day-out. Now, we're back
to "business as usual," and those who were displaced by the Gulf Coast
tragedy are forgotten, living in tiny FEMA trailers, hunkering down
against crime and violence outside their doors, without much hope of
regaining what little they had that was lost in the storm.

Why Poverty Matters to John Edwards

I'm voting for John Edwards because he is the only candidate who gets this. When I saw him in July,
the thing that resonated most with me was his statement that the press
asks him why he talks about poverty when that issue is not likely to
get him elected. He said, "The issue of poverty is not about winning a
campaign, it's about
speaking out for the 37 million people who live in poverty in this
country."

People criticize him for being wealthy and talking about poverty, as
though you have to be poor to talk about it. That's like saying
Hillary Clinton can't talk about healthcare because she's healthy, or
Rudy Giuliani can't talk about terrorism because he's got security
guards. John Edwards attained the American Dream by being smart and
working hard, but he never forgot where he came from. That's why I'm
voting for him. I'm voting for him to help us help people who are
homeless, people who are forced to choose between medicine and food,
people who aspire to more than their circumstances, but are given
little opportunity. As long as John Edwards is part of the national
stage, the 37 million people who have no voice will be heard. I'm
supporting John Edwards because he gets it.

What You Can Do:

Volunteer at a local food bank or shelter.

Give what you can to charities like Second Harvest, both food and funds are needed.

Write your congressional representatives and support legislation to raise the minimum wage, and provide aid to families.

Write your Senator to encourage passage of the Farm Bill. That Bill includes nutrition programs for low-income people like Food Stamps and funding for community food programs.

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Why Poverty Matters

Poverty in America: Facts

Approximately 36.5 million Americans live below the poverty line.

The "poverty line' for a family of four is an annual income of $20,650.

A single mom making minimum wage who works full time makes $7.25 per hour, bringing her annual income to $15,080, before taxes. If she is supporting two or more children without help from dad, she lives below the poverty line.

Why it Matters to Me

In 1982, I was a college student and a volunteer at the Riverside Church Food Pantry. The church was around the corner from my dorm, and I would go over on afternoons after classes ended to help distribute food to the needy. Most days, we would get half-dozen or so people coming in with a letter from a social worker, telling us why the individual or family needed food. The busiest days were the days just before food stamps arrived, when families struggling on the small amount of government assistance they received each month had not stretched far enough and they were completely out of food.

One day, a church member brought in a bushel of apples that he'd picked in Upstate New York. Fresh produce of any kind was rare, and the bags we handed out were mainly nonperishables like canned soup, spaghetti, and rice. Volunteers were delighted to be able to offer up a few apples to the people, and some of the children seemed really thrilled to see them in their bags.

One man in ragged clothes appeared just as we were closing for the day. I took his letter, and wrote down his name. He told me he'd walked 100 blocks to get to us, and that he hadn't had anything to eat in about three days. He said he didn't want to beg for money, since he knew his check was coming. He was a Vietnam Veteran, a man who'd worn the uniform of his country proudly. He had come home to a less than warm welcome, with a drug addiction and no resources. He told me he'd tried to get clean for a while, and had just gotten an apartment and was in a program. His disability check had not arrived, and he kept waiting and hoping, until he couldn't take being hungry anymore. His caseworker sent him to us, but he didn't have subway fare, so he walked.

As he was telling me his story, he spied the apples in the corner, and sheepishly asked if he might have one. I handed him two, and he thanked me heartily. He devoured the two small apples in a couple of bites each, core, seeds, and all. He held the stems in his hands, and I could tell he was considering eating them, but looked up at me, and reconsidered. My guess is that the look of incredulity on my face was enough to make him think twice. The look was there because I was thinking to myself, "How could this happen? How could someone in the richest nation on earth, go without food for three days?"

I handed him his bag of groceries, and tossed in a few extra apples. We weren't supposed to give money to the clients, but I had a subway token in my pocket and I gave it to him. "So you don't have to walk all the way home," I said.

He looked at me with tears in his eyes. "God bless you, Miss," he said.

"No, Sir," I said, "God bless you. I have all the blessings I need."

Twenty-five years later, I still remember that man, the apples, and the blessing he gave me. Twenty-five years later, there are still men like him who sit on street corners, forgotten and alone. Twenty-five years later, poverty and despair still exist in our country.